when she left he went crazy (Hope and Christopher)
CHAPTER 85

When she left, He went crazy

Chapter 85 He's Not Easy to Mess With

The moment I asked the question, my heart tightened.

Because I had always believed that Grandpa Valence's death was related to Evelyn, but there had been no evidence.

Fortunately, Barry immediately respond, "Yes, although the fingerprint area is very small, after comparison, it is indeed hers." "So it really is her."

1 wasn't happy with this answer. Instead, I felt it was unjust for Grandpa Vanlence. If he hadn't met Evelyn that day, would he still be smiling and calling me "sweetheart" now?

Barry was also furious. "Although Mr. Valence never accepted her, he never mistreated her, and she ended up causing

his death."

I was puzzled. "Barry, I still can't figure out one thing. When Grandpa Valence hit Christopher that day, he didn't get so angry that he fell ill. What did she say to Grandpa Valence to make him so angry?" Evelyn first angered Grandpa Valence, causing him to fall ill; then she prevented him from taking life-saving medicine.

The way she first angered me today and then framed her was almost identical.

Barry was also puzzled. "I really can't figure it out."

I hesitated for a moment and said, "Is it possible that she is Charlie and Brenda's daughter?"

This was the only reason I could think of at the moment to explain why Evelyn could provoke Grandpa Valence.

Grandpa Valence was already dissatisfied with Charlie's insistence on marrying Brenda, and if he found out that Charlie had been cheating within the marriage long ago, getting extremely angry and falling ill wouldn't be impossible.

Barry denied, "Impossible. Before Brenda entered the Valence family, Mr. Valence had people investigate and even. conducted a paternity test. Evelyn definitely isn't part of the Valence family." "That's strange."

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I frowned, a thought flashed in my mind, but I couldn't grasp it again. Maybe the idea was too far-fetched.

Perhaps that thought was too absurd.

Barry inquired, "What are your plans now? Just having fingerprints on the pill-may not be convincing enough. If you directly tell Christopher, he may not believe it."

"We still have to try." Barry responded.

Even without evidence, Grandpa Valence's death cannot be left uninvestigated.

1 interrupted directly, "Barry, have someone bring me the fingerprint analysis report, and I'll let Christopher investigate the rest himself."

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Ewas only responsible for handing this over to Christopher.

If Christopher trusted me even a little bit, he would personally investigate thoroughly, which would be much easier for him than for me and Barry to do. "Alright, Barry seemed to check the time and then said. "In about twenty minutes, it can be delivered to Riverside Garden. Should I bring it up to you, or..." "I'll go down to get it. Once I had the analysis report, I would go directly to the hospital to give it to Christopher.

Christopher would believe it, right?

Even if he didn't fully believe it, Christopher would surely replace clues by investigating on his own. Thinking of this, I let out a long sigh of relief.

Perhaps Christopher could replace a compassionate reason for Evelyn before, but what about Grandpa Valence?

Christopher, this time he wouldn't disappoint Grandpa Valence, right?

I packed a few things, changed clothes, and went downstairs. Despite being in an underground garage, the early winter chill seeped through my clothes.

This winter came a bit too early.

The phone in the coat pocket rang, feeling cold, I directly answered with wireless earphones. Cecil's clear voice came through the earphones, tinging with a smile. "Hope, have you decided to join the MS Group?"

I couldn't help but smile. I haven't had the chance..."

As I turned the corner, a black business car approached. Habitually stepping back, the other party suddenly accelerated and stopped right next to me!

The screeching tires made a sharp noise.

Frowning, just as I instinctively tried to move away, a young man named Virgil Newman wearing a duckbill cap opened the car door and swiftly covered my mouth and nose! "What are you trying to...?" I yelled.

In less than five seconds, I couldn't even speak, let alone resist or escape.

The smell of ether was strong, and within two or three seconds, I passed out, and even my earphones fell to the ground during their rough actions.

When I woke up again, my head was a bit dizzy, my limbs weak, unable to even lift my arms.

I could only half-open my eyes and survey my surroundings.

I was still in the black business car, left in the corner of the last row, my hands and feet bound, forehead against the window. It was already dark outside, and the street view was all black.

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But I could vaguely make out that it was in the outskirts of the city.

In the car, including the driver, there were four people, one of whom was Virgil, the one who had drugged I.

Virgil was the first to notice that 1 had wisken up, his voice hourse. "You're finally awake? I told you that this woman looks very thin. She doesn't need such a high dose, but you insisted on it. Luckily she woke up, otherwise if something happened, how should you handle it?"

The driver was a middle-aged man. "You only say this after something happens!" Virgil scolded him.

Struggling to stay alert, 1 cautiously asked, "What do you want?"

These people clearly belonged to the underworld, and I had never dealt with such people, let alone had any conflicts

with them.

Why did they kidnap me?

"What do we want?"

Virgil sneered. "Ask your uncle. Don't worry, we won't hurt you. We just need your husband to pay off your uncle's gambling debts. Then everything will be fine."

"My uncle?"

"Don't pretend, Johnson, you know him!"

"I don't know him!" I tried to play dumb.

Virgil stared at me, warning dangerously, "Enough with the childish games. Since our boss sent me to kidnap you, he must have thoroughly investigated you. If you don't want to die, don't lie to me."

I coldly explained, "If he owes money, go replace him. Why come to me? I don't have any money

either!"

"If he could pay it back, would he have us come to you?" Virgil said confidently, "You not having money doesn't matter. Your uncle said your husband is the CEO of the Valence Group, Christopher. If you don't have money, he surely does. Have him transfer the money, and we'll release you immediately."

Suddenly enraged, I never expected Johnson to go this far.

Taking a deep breath, I explained coldly, "Christopher and I are no longer related. Don't listen to Johnson's nonsense!"

"Whether it's nonsense-or not, make a call, and everything will be clear." Virgil handed the phone to me, who stared at the familiar number on the screen, feeling turmoil.

"Do you know who he is? He's Christopher, and he's not someone easy to mess with!"